Taken the Spaniard's Virgin

He chuckled, the sound dark and sexy. “I do, too,mi bonita cielo . But there is something I will like even more.”

“What?” she asked on another soft sigh.

“Tasting you.” Then his mouth was replacing his hand on her breast and her nipple was sucked into exotic, wet heat.

A keening cry sounded and she vaguely realized it was her as his teeth nibbled the turgid tip. His hand was skimming down her body to her thighs again, not stopping until his fingertip met and delved past the small elastic barrier he’d been playing with before. And then he was touching her where she’d never, ever been touched by another man.

He released her nipple, giving it a sensuous lick before lifting his head to meet her dazed eyes. “You are very nicely melted.”

She choked on a laugh, but it was cut off by his lips as he kissed her with heated intensity. He ate at her lips, pressing his tongue into her mouth with demanding eroticism. He knew what he wanted, but she was only too happy to give it to him. The feelings suffusing her body were indescribable…beyond anything she had ever known or even dreamed about.

His mouth devoured hers while he fingered her sweetest flesh, sending pleasure arcing from nerve point to nerve point throughout her body. The kisses the day before had been electrifying to her senses, but these were a full-on hurricane, battering at everything she thought she’d known about herself.

She writhed on the bed, pleasure tension spiraling inside her. She’d touched herself, she knew what an impending orgasm felt like, but this was beyond anything she’d ever felt before. It felt like a storm raged right in the core of her and was getting ready to explode in fury throughout her body. It was terrifying, but absolutely addicting as well.

She could no more break the kiss or push his hand away than she could stop breathing. In fact, stopping breathing would probably be easier.

He adjusted his hand and one blunt male fingertip slipped just inside her slick channel while his heel pressed against her clitoris. At the same time, his tongue thrust into her mouth in a parody of the intimacy he had promised her.

The spiraling pleasure exploded, rocking her body with such intense sensations that she screamed into his mouth. His tongue muffled the sound, but her throat felt raw from it anyway. Showers of sparks detonated inside her while her body convulsed against his restraining one.

His hand kept moving with tormenting pleasure until her body arched and convulsed again so hard that she saw stars, and then went utterly limp. Her eyes closed, her body lax, she floated on a cloud of luscious satiation.

Only then did he pull his hand away and break the kiss. “That was a delicious little appetizer,mi querida .”

“Ap…appetizer?” she asked, stumbling over the word with her sluggish tongue, her eyes flying open.

His gunmetal gaze glittered with rapacious need. “Appetizer. I fully intend for the main event to leave you insensate.” He meant it. She could see it in his eyes.

She gasped. “You are ambitious.”

“This surprises you?”

“No.” But she hadn’t realized his competitive nature would stretch into the bedroom, or cause him to want to give her a kind of pleasure that she had no measurable comparison for anyway.

“It is time for me to undress you.”

“I’m practically naked already.”

“As we have discussed before…practically does not equate to the actuality.”

“It will be so different.”

“Do you doubt me?”

She shook her head fervently, making him smile.

“Then allow me to continue.”

He just smiled as he reached around to unzip her dress and pull it from her unresisting body. Her sandals went next and then his forefingers hooked in the waistband of her tiny panties. “Lift your hips.”

“I’ll try. I’m still pretty boneless.” She concentrated on lifting her pelvis.

“Good girl.” He pulled the panties down slowly, caressing her legs with the silky fabric as he went.

She’d been as close to naked as a woman could get in front of the camera, she’d traversed numerous runways wearing little more than a smile and a few scraps of lace or silk, and she’d been completely nude in front of dressers and designers, but she felt like her body was being revealed for the first time. A tidal wave of vulnerability crashed through her.

Would he find her body as beautiful as her face? It was a foolish question. He’d been there yesterday when she’d posed for the camera in a string bikini, but this felt different. Only as she experienced full nudity with him did she appreciate how right he was when he said thatpractically andactually were concepts far from one another.